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Three Dots…

October 15, 2021

Three dots … were left wounded awaiting the ‘inevitable sound of death’. Till recently these three dots … were our lifeblood Now see, the poor dots are bleeding to death.

I Have You Only…

September 20, 2021

When my quaver meets a premature death in my throat When I curl up like a Chartreux I have you only

Coffee Bean

August 6, 2021

Kabini* was carrying the coracle** and me like a phlegmatic old man who carries a Palanquin and I saw you floating towards me sitting on a banyan tree leaf covered in red thin skin and sweet pulp.

The Pillow

July 17, 2021

Do you have a bleeding heart of your own? How can you feel my killing love? The fragrance of night Jasmine makes me cry… I can’t stand outside.

There is Someone

June 29, 2021

There is Someone. There is someone to love me too Such a love that made me love myself There is someone who misses me Such a miss that I started missing myself

You Burned Us Day and Night

June 9, 2021

Are you a natural selection or invention? If natural selection, I have nothing to say, And if you are invented, let the ‘splendour of thousands of suns,’ Blaze upon the heads of your inventors.

The Seventh Spring

June 3, 2021

I saw the dark pillars and boles And my body was darker than normal. Fire apples were hanging from the leafless trees and the breath tasted like searing fragrance.

Is he not aroused? Why no fire of wild lust in his eyes? Doesn’t he realize the moments are dying one by one? We both don’t know when our breaths will dance together again. Or is it only my heart is young? His eyes found no feast and keep looking stone cold.

Angel and the Dirty Boy

May 12, 2021

The kid loved playing in the mud A mud much darker than his skin. He was comfortable being dirty and ugly Because all his mates were so .

മുല്ലപ്പൂഗന്ധം

April 4, 2021

എനിക്കായി മാത്രം ഒഴുകും നിലാവും നമുക്കായി മാത്രം വീശുന്ന കാറ്റും എന്നുള്ളിലെന്നും മൂളുന്ന പാട്ടും നിനക്കായി മാത്രം കേഴുന്ന ഞാനും

Julia

February 20, 2021

After 20 years I am going her home, to meet her mom, my Julia's mom. Julia, you remember, we both were two ever singing cuckoos of the same feather, two never resting Brooks of the same valley, two ever-smiling little girls of the same age twelve. Julia, you remember that evening, we laughed a lot,

Bar-tailed godwit

January 11, 2021

‘What happened? You are lost in deep thoughts Looks like you made a long solo trip Like a bar-tailed godwit’ I asked my beloved.

The Shortest Distance

December 8, 2020

‘Which path has the shortest distance to reach you?’ my beloved asked. Like the calm sea assimilating a fresh river, I stood cold looking into her deep eyes.